Last night I went to see Thank you for Smoking, with my parents, sister and her husband. It was excellent, though I noticed we were the only people in the theatre who were laughing hysterically. So maybe it only appeals to anarcho-capitalist libertarians or something, but anyway, I thought it was awesome.
After that, I went by my ol' mate Nadav from Jerusalem's apartment-trashing event. He's leaving for a couple of months in China, the bastard, while we're all going to war and/or die of heat.
So, in retaliation, we all got completely drunk and shat all over his place. Which was great fun for all.
Then I sent various weird text messages to people across the globe.
Today I went to my folks place, cleared up some 4 garbage bags full of some old clothes and shit, and then went to visit grandma. Came back, and met up with Roy and Jennie for a meatie-dinner.
Now, I tire, and will go read comics or something.

It's weird, ya know? We hardly feel it in Tel-Aviv, tell you the truth. Sure, I'm plugged to the news like never before, and any minute now I could get called for reserve duty, but other than that, it's life as usual.
Fucked up, eh?
A guy from Haifa came to the store the other day to pick up a volume of Dave Mack's KABUKI for his girlfriend. He told me he'd spent the entire past week in his bomb shelter.
Me? I don't even have a bomb shelter, this building is too old.
Not that it seems to concern anyone. Everybody in Tel-Aviv is at the beach today.

It's like the people in the north are living under a blitz, and we're drinking fruitshakes and going to peace rallies.

I wrote a bit more in my blog about this bizzare war. It's like a spectator sport, you know you wanna know. Go, read.

Those of you that care about this sort of thing have probably noticed that shits been hitting the fan around these parts.
I hate the political speech, because really, I hate governments, of all types.

Hermann Goering once said:

“Naturally the common people don’t want war; neither in Russia, nor in England, nor in America, nor in Germany. That is understood. But after all, it is the leaders of the country who determine policy, and it is always a simple matter to drag the people along, whether it is a democracy, or a fascist dictatorship, or a parliament, or a communist dictatorship. Voice or no voice, the people can always be brought to the bidding of the leaders. That is easy. All you have to do is to tell them they are being attacked, and denounce the pacifists for lack of patriotism and exposing the country to danger. It works the same in any country.”

I don't know what to do. All this senselessness weighs heavily on my heart.